Visions

I've got a vision
so clear in my head
it's a strange kind of prison
it is and it isn't
It's the life I'm bound to live
without ever knowing why
it's the beauty of the morning
it's the soft line of your thigh
It's the day that I found your note
as I walked along the shore
I read the lines you wrote
left hidden in my coat
It's the truth
it's the truth
and it's a lie

She loved to be alone, alone
to feel the shape of her self a home
that could not be known
like a stranger on the street
Whose eyes you fail to meet
He loved to be alone, alone
to feel the limits of his hours blown
scattered and thrown
like on a windy day
All meaning cast away
It's the truth
it's the truth
and it's a lie